Last 10 fics meme!

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have fewer than ten, post what you have. 

I was tagged by @eidetictelekinetic

01) On sexual dimorphism in C. urophasianus (Dream/Hob A/B/O) Spring arrives all at once in England: trees that had previously been tightly budded burst in riotous bloom, grass grows thick and lush and new-shoot green, and birds return to the eaves and the branches and the streets, belting out their hopeful songs.

02) Little Histories (Dream/Hob roommates for a year AU) It's early morning in August when Hob's doorbell rings, and he nearly trips over himself in his haste to get it open before it rings again; his head is pounding, the result of a bit too much Scotch and a bit too little common sense last night, though, in his defence, he is recovering from a less-than-stellar breakup.

03) The the Ends of the Earth (Xenk/Edgin pre-canon divergence) Revel's End is cold, and bleak, and dead.

04) all together now (Dream/Hob Nightmare bondage) There is, Hob reflects, a certain amount of self preservation that humans are meant to cultivate over the course of their lives.

05) the way you love yourself (Dream/Hob T4T smut) "Have you ever thought about what it'd be like?"

06) Curse of the Green Hag (Xenk/Edgin fuck or die curse) Triboar is a fine enough place to raise a daughter.

07) Wolf and I (Dream/Hob sentient wolf smut) The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

08) How Adam Loved Eve (Dream/Hob soulmate marks AU) Hob Gadling is born as the sun rises on Beltane in the year of our Lord 1355, with a full head of auburn hair and a wail that could wake the Devil, and a right arm so densely covered in curling, looping, winding script that it appears nearly black.

09) Beautiful, Strange and New (Morpheus/Hob/Daniel retired Dream fixit) Hob wakes to the sour bite of bile in his mouth, a pounding head, and the sound of his doorbell ringing.

10) Dirty Talk 2: Return of Dirty Talk (Dream/Hob dirty talk smut) They have been engaging in sexual intimacy for just under a week when Hob, his hands smoothing in reverent softness over the wings of Dream's hips, says, "I think you've got the prettiest arse I've ever seen."

And I wanna taaaag @avelera @tharkuun @softest-punk and @arialerendeair !

Could it be that any human being really preferred a long sermon to a short one,—except the being who preached it or read it aloud?

Anthony Trollope, from Phineas Redux

The classic (ankle) from Sera 😄

First impressions matter A collection of meet cutes and meet uglys from yours truly. (add a “swap” to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

Ankle, sender twists their ankle and stumbles forward, coincidentally falling into receiver's arms.

Blazing red

A man admiring the scenery, caught off guard by blazing red-‘a meteor from above still flaming from entering the atmos? Mustang let loose and whipping past him silently? Early nightf-‘

Fast thoughts were cut short as a body hit his own. His balance tipped, and whoever had been hurtling downward, was now doing so alongside Freeze himself. A sudden intake of breathe and digging in of one heel saw a separation from falling flame, then a sudden embrace of it-as one knee hit ground with a sickening, fleshy slap to the ground, and the foot dug in stayed solid.

Harshly, his own fall was stopped. Gently, fires fall was brought to rest in strong and confident arms. Curly, blonde acted as a rising curtain to the holders features-for his eyes rose to inspect what he held. Glacial-blue hue of the blondes eyes met the sky-blue iris. The gaze stayed steady, then studied the features before him. Tanned flesh, crimson adorned and blue facing blue. A gentle gust as he exhaled slowly ended the moment of silence he’d taken in awe.

“I’ve never caught the sunset sky as it fell before.” He’d muse softly before another breathe in spurred him. “You’re safe… I’ve got you.” A warm tone and smile offered comfort. He knew not what she had injured, but would either continue to hold her, sit her on his kneeling knee, or assist her to stand depending on what the woman in his arms did.

He himself would stay kneeling for the time regardless, ignoring a pained knee of his own.

Re: dude is asking for recommendations on how to feed his large, busy family

Rejected cuz: tl;dr, verbose

I would recommend meal prepping. The biggest drawback for me is spending the day preparing your meals, but I feel like the benefits are worth it.

Some people like to prepare one meal for the week, but I prefer more variety. I usually choose two or three different meals with similar ingredients, so at least I don't have to eat the same thing twice in a row. Using similar ingredients helps me cut down on food cost because I can use something like a family pack of chicken thighs that are on sale and make six meals with $6 worth of chicken.

Another way it cuts down on food waste is that things like vegetables aren't going bad before I can use them because they're all cooked and ready to eat.

A benefit that I hadn't anticipated was that having a home cooked food ready to eat really helps me when I don't feel like cooking. I'm less likely to waste money on fast food, my groceries aren't getting wasted because I'm getting fast food instead of cooking them, and sometimes I might just be too sad to make myself prepare and clean up a meal, but I can manage microwaving a prepped meal and be healthier because I'm not skipping meals.

Some drunk idiots discover some insecurity 🍷 🥂

I was going back back back through my old blog—@ur-anthonochthonic—scrolling beyond the Great Purge to find a post I made in 2013. I gave up, of course, around July 2017. Hand cramps.

A lot that was flagged as explicit is now unflagged, but a lot still puzzles me—men's swimsuits, a wire mesh on top of concrete, a red haute couture dress (on a woman,) abstract dots of dye on fabric, a building.

I get blocking the penises, which are generally more chaste than a quarter of what's on my dash now, but a lot of this is just good art. There were a lot of good blogs lost to the The Burn.

I am reblogging the old blog into a new blog, @anthonochthonic, in reverse order, deleting the old one, post by post, as I go. At the current pace of 17 queued posts a day, I should finish sometime in late 2025/early 2026.

When I advance beyond The Point of Madness (2018-12-16) should I

Reblog the hidden post as a comment on Yahoo's failings? {I will see the post)

Repost the original and @ the blogger (if they are still around) and see if it flies? (more work)

Delete the original without reposting or reblogging? (This will knock at least 2 month's off the effort.)

How funny that she never considered that.

she revived the rats. do you understand? you have to, just... her party got strong off of stepping on the little guy. and lucy went back and said no, and brought them back. rats! no one cares about rats. her party members have a joke about how many rats they've killed. lucy went back and healed them.

Linked Universe Anime Opening

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Patricio Ferrari & Forrest Gander, from The Galloping Hour: French Poems; “I check for you in the wind”

[Text ID: But I check for you in the wind. / Night opens me and it’s you.”]

started playing ooc but couldn't stop thinking about la so here's ww :) it makes sense 👍

They're everything to me

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I can't properly put into words the amount of disgust that I feel seeing someone who looks like she could be my cousin fight for a genocidal occupational force like Israel but I will say this.

If you are Chinese, Korean, Japanese or any one of these Asian ethnicities that the West deem "acceptable" and you align yourselves with western-backed racial supremacy, you are making fools of yourselves. You have fallen prey to the myth of the "model minority" and you are suckers for it.

The premise of racial supremacy is based on exclusivity. And here's a dose of reality - the myth of the "model minority" is nothing but a tactic to placate you. To sow divide in the ranks of people of colour. To artificially manufacture another realm of racial supremacy in minorities so that you're distracted from how we all suffer under colonialism.

Did we all forget about the skyrocketing of sinophobia in the wake of the first COVID outbreak? The transformation of Chinese people into fiends with barbaric eating customs, poor hygiene, and mass conspiracy to infect the world with biological weapons?

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What about the hate-crimes? The attacks in the street against anyone visibly asian? The rampant discrimination and ostracisation from society?

In 2020, Donald Trump referred to COVID-19 as "The Chinese Virus", "Kung-flu" at a campaign rally to raucous applause, a chilling echo of the times where fears of the "Yellow Peril" had the western world in a stranglehold.

For all that Chinese people have been lauded as "prodigies" and "well-mannered workers", the moment our existence was incovenient, were were nothing more than another target. And although Chinese suffering then wasn't close to the scale of suffering that Palestinians now endure, we all received a reminder on what it was like to be in the world's crosshairs.

Now, in 2023, Biden dismisses death tolls as unreliable and remains proudly Zionist even after Netanyahu described the genocide Israel is inflicting upon Palestine as the "struggle between the children of light and the children of darkness, between humanity and the law of the jungle." At the same time, Palestinians are being compared to fleeing rats in a gesture of dehumanisation that mirrors how the Nazis portrayed Jews during the Holocaust.

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And let's not think Abigail's Jewishness will save her, not when it's been proven that Israel has administered contraceptives to Ethiopian Jewish immigrants without their consent. Racial supremacy is an exclusive club that never stops getting smaller, and there is nothing that you, as a minority, will ever be able to do to fit in. One day, you too will be a target and there'll be nothing you can do but blame yourself. After all - it's already happened.

So shame on Abigail. Truly. With the memory of knowing what it's like to be targeted for factors out of your control fresh in her mind, she happily fights to do the same to others. And that says more about her than I ever will be able to.

new master of wind !!!!!! I am morally, spiritually and financially obligated to make fanart of Euphrasia and Morro now sorry

blerd!ony…💭

been wanting to write about my sweetheart + I needed something self indulgent today so here we are! 🩷

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you never really liked talking anime or nerd culture with men!…a strange thought but a true one nonetheless. It was always one exhausting conversation after the next. From being giving random pop quizzes about this series or a lecture about how that one doesn’t measure up to the solidified greats. That was until you met blerd!ony…the gentle, kindhearted cashier in the store you frequented on a daily basis. Blerd!ony, who recognized the t-shirt you were wearing immediately from that very obscure yet classic anime you loved so much, became absolutely ecstatic to talk to you from that day on. The tall, gorgeous male with a smile like the stars, the most beautiful complexion you’ve ever seen and a voice like honey had given you even more of a reason to gush over him. “You gotta give me your top five right now. I always see your keychains and shit. You got good taste..” you were a bit hesitant because this was always the point where things went left but blerd!ony surprised you by praising your choices and even saying he’d check out the ones you’d put him on to. blerd!ony, who had a sleeve full of video game themed tattoos took pride in showing off his pieces when you happened to catch him outside on smoke break one night. Telling you how he played all the time and even streamed a bit in his free time. “I do alright, you should check me out.” blerd!ony, who was always holding up the line just to chat with his favorite customer about the new series he just started. “I’m talking to my girl, y’all can wait—anyways, did you see that new episode? Shit was crazy.” it wasn’t long before he was asking for your socials and hoping to keep the communication going on days even when he couldn’t see you. blerd!ony, who couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the girl who came in his store with sweatpants and a DBZ shirt all dolled up in your cosplays..some a lot more revealing than others. blerd!ony, who’d always wanted to try the hobby but was afraid had some questions..among other things the next time he saw you. “I see how it is, best friend. You be putting that shit on.” you were infatuated with his humor and laid back personality so naturally, when he invited you to an anime cafe in your city, you accepted. blerd!ony, who was the perfect gentleman ensured that you had the best time as you two chopped it up about all things nerdy, making you laugh more than you had in a long time.

blerd!ony, who confided in you that he didn’t have many friends and especially ones into the things he was, told you how happy he was to have met you. “You cool as hell, we gotta do this more often.” a sentiment you agreed with heavily agreed with. Some time had passed and you two spoke nearly everyday. That’s when he revealed that he was not only interested in attending his first con but cosplaying as well, asked you accompany him..and pick a character! “I trust you, ma. Make me look good..” it was a no brainer as the two of you were huge fans of the Mortal Kombat series and decided to dress as Sindel and Shao Kahn. So the two of you spent days going to the fabric store and ordering materials to build props in your spare time..blerd!ony, who was turning heads the entire time when he revealed that Adonis like figure that had been hiding underneath that company polo everyday..you were nervous and even a little embarrassed walking beside someone so fine. but blerd!ony couldn’t keep his eyes off of you or hands..holding your left one, keeping you close and grasping the small of your back as he guided you through the crowds. Even carrying all of your bags and letting you rest your tired feet on his lap. blerd!ony, who had been eyeing you all day couldn’t help but to be entranced when it was time for the after party and the two of you were dancing with liquor in your system. “You full of surprises, huh mama?” “Try me and you might find out just how many.” blerd!ony, who couldn’t wait to get back to you guys’ hotel room, tore that costume open quicker than you could get the door open..leaving a trail of warm kisses down your neck as his fingers delved into your core, pinning you against the wall in the process. “You so fucking sexy..” muttering in your ear as he hiked your leg up and tugged his bottoms down. blerd!ony, who fucked you like a man starved that night had you grasping at things that weren’t even there..taking you from the mirror, to the dresser and eventually the bed, where he gave you deep backshots; grasping that platinum gray lace front on your head as he did so. “You don’t know how long I been wanting this..fuck..” blerd!ony, who had you fucking up the sheets all night, getting stretched by that thick cock with the curve, absolutely depleted you, so much so, you two barely made it around the convention the next day but he was glad that he had met the girl who loved the same things he did and the one of his dreams. <3

I just... Really hate all the techbros who are saying shit like "hey artists you better watch your days, we'll automate creativity and then its over for you guys!", not just for the obvious reason of how fucked up that world view is, but because it's heavily souring my genuine childlike wonder at how cool this technology is.

Like, take a step back, forget all the discourse we've been forced to have, and just think. We can tell a robot "gender reveal 9/11" and it can make an image of blue and pink exploding towers. That on its own is fucking insane?

And the actual like, algorithms and math that went into it too! We make robots that teach robots to teach themselves how to do stuff. Then just stick that shit in the microwave for a while and boom. Or just tell it "Here's the sum of all knowledge on earth, figure it out".

And I especially love those early AI generated images where any time you try and focus on something it falls apart, but it almost makes sense when you see if from the corner of your eye. That type of image, I don't know how to describe it fully, but it makes me think of when I'm trying to remember a dream as it's fading away in my head.

And these FUCKING chucklefucks decide "hey, let's use this cool as fuck technology in the worst possible way. let's get rid of those pesky people making a living doing what they love and get those shmucks back in an office building so they can get a real job. i'm going to be an asshole about it online and also pay $8 a month so maybe elon musk will notice me"

I'm so fucking tired, man. I want to be excited about new technology and shit but I just can't at this stage.